Whitesnake: Forevermore – review

In a world where Jack White has made heavy blues the height of rock fashion, Whitesnake make more sense than they have since leader David Coverdale's ex-wife was posing on car bonnets in their mid-80s videos. Their 11th studio album opens in spritely fashion, Steal Your Heart Away offering a reminder that Coverdale was doing this before White was even born. It doesn't take long, though, before Whitesnake's perpetual problem – quality control – rears its head. There's too much nondescript, chugalong rock, and Coverdale's voice is not what it was. It doesn't help, either, that you're getting an hour of the stuff, rather than the 40 minutes that allowed the highlights of Ready an' Willing or Saints & Sinners to shine rather more brightly. By the time the Kashmirisms of the closing title track hove into view, non-partisans may be willing the album to end.